Chapter XXIII
The next morning the master of the house and his guest drank tea in the garden under an old time-tree. "Master!" said Lavretsky among other things, "you will soon have to compose a triumphal cantata." "On what occasion?" "For the nuptials of Mr. Panshin and Lisa. Did you notice what attention he paid her yesterday? It seems as though things were in a fair way with them already." "That will never be!" cried Lemm. "Because it is impossible. Though, indeed," he added after a short pause, "everything is possible in this world. Especially here among you in Russia." "We will leave Russia out of the question for a time; but what do you find amiss in this match?" "Everything is amiss, everything. Lisaveta Mihalovna is a girl of high principles, serious, of lofty feelings, and he . . . he is
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